1. |
dial tone
04:46
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do you have time to talk?
can you hear me now?
it’s getting hard to breathe
the connection’s cutting out
can you hear me now?
sending paragraphs
join the fucking club
maybe i was wrong
maybe love's not enough
i didn’t get your call if you called at all
i didn’t get your call if you called at all
i didn’t get your call
if you called at all
if you called at all
playing hide and seek
i hate that fucking dial tone
by the time i turn around
you’ll already be gone
sending paragraphs
join the fucking club
maybe i was wrong
maybe love's not enough
didn’t get your call
if you called at all
didn’t get your call
if you called at all
if you called at all
if you called at all
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2. |
cake
04:59
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take your hands off of your eyes
i know i’m your least favorite surprise
you wanna know what’s inside
so you shake the box
you’re a stone cold fox
i know you hate to see me cry
happy birthday
where are all the colors now?
the rose bushes in my cheeks have all been cut down
deflate my ego bouncy house,
a photo cutout guillotine
so used to ruining everything
don’t speak to me
don’t speak to me
don’t speak to me
i know where you’ve been
can’t be bothered to attend
anthrax on your invitation
hang up all the banners, gray
because i know it’s all in vain
thought that i knew suffering
but i think this takes the cake
so i’ll have it and i’ll eat it
’til i gets thrown in my face
until everybody here laughs and walks away
blowing out your candles now
short of breath but no one sees
i’m a walking eulogy
the saddest clown on the cheer team
giving out apologies like candy or cavities
queen of goody bag philanthropy
confetti tears on the center stage
can’t stop all these growing pains
it's a rite of passage to waste away
emotional latency charades
piñata full of razor blades
sick of pushing you away
you’re out of places to hide
and i’m just the glass
on the slip ’n' slide
i know you hate to see me cry
you’re out of places to hide
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3. |
shallow breathing
04:04
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will you still love me when i'm crying in the backseat?
overdosing on morphine
over this, but you can't see
i know something that you don't but i could never tell
can't you just leave me the fuck alone and put on your seatbelt?
will you still love me when i'm restricting?
spilling my guts into the sink
because i hate myself, but is that news to you?
pull up a chair, i'll tie the noose
'cause i am fucking through
i am fucking through
i know something that you don't but i would never tell
can't you just leave me the fuck alone and let me starve myself?
will you still love me when i'm drowning
in the kiddie pool at my own pity party?
in my backyard and you say that you're sorry
but i'm shallow breathing, so just let that sink in
just let that sink in
just let that sink in sink in sink in sink in sink in
just let me sink then
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4. |
skin
03:57
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eyes watering
shift out of focus
this isn't funny
i hate this joke
there's comfort in worsening
wanna choke on my rosary
searching for you in everything
won't you come back please?
'cause i can't feel you
under my skin
i can't feel you
but i want to
holding breath
wishing on eyelashes
nothing i can do to bring you back
always talking in my sleep
didn't mean to be so mean
you were only 23, meant so much to me
'cause i can't feel you
under my skin
i can't feel you
but i want to
i want to
nervously pacing
into your funeral
feel out of place here
should have just stayed home
you mom asked me to leave
she wouldn't listen to me
you were only 23, 23, 23
i can't feel you
under my skin
i can't feel you
but i want to
i can't feel you
under my skin
i can't feel you
but i want to
i want to
i want to
i want to
i want to
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5. |
blind
06:06
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losing you is like going partially blind
chlorine in my eyes, demons in my head
help me exorcise this existential dread
and in the jumbled braille i could swear i felt your face
can't step foot in the deep end without feeling out of place
the pool is full of holy water, but my depression isn't phased
growing ill of this, please give me a fucking break
losing you is like falling off of a bike
the hill was too steep, i scraped both my knees
and knocked out all my teeth. now i'm astral projecting
and in the aftermath i could swear i felt your hands
lifting me from the concrete, i think now i understand
and on the other side, i saw you collecting my teeth
connection's wearing thin, are you still here with me?
losing you is like feeling lost all the time
i took a wrong turn, i'll never fucking learn
that bridge has been burned
but not before you jumped
how many times did your eyes roll
before you hit the ground?
i'm just as directionless as ever
it's whatever, i still hold you dear
wearing just as thin as our connection
leave a message, i'm not fucking here
i saw a way out
but i can't find it
i can't find it
i saw a way out
but i can't find it
i can't find it
can't be left to my own devices
it's these vices that want me dead
just throw me into the deep end
it's these demons that haunt my head
just leave me lying on the pavement
make a daisy chain out of my broken teeth
just let me drive around this ghost town
i'll pretend you're sitting next to me
i saw a way out
but i can't find it
i can't find it
i saw a way out
but i can't find it
i can't find it
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